Wherever, whenever Kira performs, her act is the stuff electricity is
made of. To a slow sensuous bass beat or frenzied heavy metal, the
hoops, one and than many, rotate, spin, twist and snake around Kira to
a charmer-like magic. Lights flow up and down her body.

They rise and fall and rise again seemingly controlled by wires attached
to her writhing scantily clad body. And when the hoops slow down,
her act subsides, the spotlight dims on a sense of having witness a